Chaos Slayer Novels & Stories

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my stomach churned. I was going to throw up. I darted away from my father’s office, down the hall to the closest bathroom. As soon as I met the toilet, I purged everything in my stomach. There wasn’t much, but my body needed to reject everything in my body. I was the daughter of a serial killer. “Wakely,” Waylon said as he busted through the bathroom door. He knelt beside me and held back my hair. “I’m here.”

Poor thing didn't know what it was to be destroyed by someone who didn't know how to love without setting everything around him on !re. Johnny would ruin her. He ruined everyone eventually. It was in his blood, a 14 | S.J LANE dark inheritance he couldn't escape. A storm always brewing beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to erupt. Layla's chest !lled with a wild, sharp rage, hot and blinding. She'd survived men like him, even thrived on them, learned to take pain and wear it like perfume, a badge of honor in this godforsaken town. She knew the game, the rules, the dance of desire and destruc-tion. But if Alli thought she could tame

"Look at you! You're... you! All tall and broody with those villain-in-a-romance-novel cheekbones and that morally ambiguous bank account!" He looked amused. "And you?" "I'm chaos in heels, baby!" she shouted, standing too fast and immediately gripping the back of the chair to keep the floor from flipping her off. "I am unfiltered Black girl magic with a highly suspicious sense of timing! I insult people by accident! And on purpose! And I have been kicked out of not one but two group chats for 'disruptive energy.'" Ren chuckled. "You say that like it's not exactly why I like you."

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

It’s the distraction I need from trying to drain the damn male myself but the burn in my throat won’t go away any time soon. I'm able to swiftly move out of the way, and Tate's father of all people is there waiting with a stake and I can only assume he was on in this little plan. Suddenly at least a dozen other Shadows all appear, many are our best warriors. Baby vampire after baby vampire comes out of nowhere at us, and we take them all down. When I can catch my breath, I’m completely covered in blood and guts, and I bend to try and wipe my sword on a corpse’s back.

Draco joined me. Together, we attacked. He dropped. Alexia fell to the ground, unconscious but alive. I dropped beside her, shouting her name. And then. A shadow. It slithered from the broken pieces of the Legion leader—something old, icier. It loomed over me, then dispersed with a hiss that vibrated in my soul. Chaos took the battlefield. Lilith was calling my name. Turtela. Lynn. Marissa. But the world was already growing dark.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

Sweet Kharl Axiel, you thought me to hear beyond walls and see beyond lights. You stood with me in the light, and waited for me patiently; all the times I crossed the line and confined in darkness. You always stood and waited patiently for me until I crossed to never return. Now without you, my tomorrow is dark forever. I have lost myself numerous times and never had many regrets; because it is nothing but destiny winning every inch of the war.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

No one will become a slave to their deceitful contracts and be robbed of their freedom and everything they own because of these vermin. He will burn them all in stakes and chain their souls down to the path of the damned where Cerberus will gobble them whole... He will purge the world of witches and destroy the evil of their magic... Because he is Cairus, Slayer of Witches... And he had found his next target all thanks to a tower of darkness. He observed her from the window of her hospital room happily speaking with the Lightbringer knight, Phoebus Granger. He watched her carefully, engraving her name on the bullets he will use to nail on her coffin.